I'm back

What's popping

Let me set this shit on fire

Look the streets is too much

Young niggers are of the rails and beefing too much

That's why I need to bus

And I ain't trying to go jail not even two months

But its easy to buss

And I ain't talking about fame, cash and cars

But more like letting off straps in arms

Let the beef die down, then we're back in arms

The streets is too much

You try and stay low, but everyone knows who you fuck

Then you got niggers running up in cribs waving the 4-4 like they're fucking big

Most niggers don't know what hustling is

But its cool, you're just not that type of nigga

You don't have to be straight its a minor nigga

Me I'm a 16 writer nigga

Look I'm a five grand man you're a fiver nigga

Taking over say goodbye to Jigga

Who's realer?

MC killer, I'm cancer ain't no-one iller

I'm amber, right before you go, I'll be like no

Come in and murk you

That's my word

You slow down prick patience is a virtue

When it's my time, and it's my nine

That will end you if you diss my lines

So I keep my ear to the street

And there ain't much shit that miss my eyes

So don't think you're on par when you're dark

You best be on guard and your bars

Best be on point

But you're arse

I'll take your car and pimp my ride

And not satnav and a new body

Just two gash that can take body

Your team be easy

I'm greaze

See me I'm connected like BT

And I ain't old school like DT

But I'm the new kid on the block

Treat albums like drugs and move it on the block

Wrapped in plastic I move it easy

And I'm a bad boy like PD

And I'm tryna move them units

So I've perfected my CD

Cos I like to move it, move it

I see niggers in their new whips cruising

Round town bumping my music, music

Cos I'm a ghetto kid

And don't make me prove it, prove it

Cos I'm a ghetto kid, and I do ghetto shit

And I don't know what happened its just what the ghetto did

Look I'm a ghetto kid and I do ghetto shit

And I don't know what happened its just what the...

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